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Mike is going out of town on business for a couple of days next week. He hasn’t told us what his plans are regarding WWAA! (When We Are Apart). Typically it is some combination of me or Kayla spending a night with John and Donna, or they stay the night at our house, or Matt stays the night or I stay a night at his place. We shall see.

If you’re keeping score, it’s actually been awhile since the three of us have had sex with John and Donna. Now that it is football season, I suspect tomorrow may be an opportunity to all play together. One thing or another has just limited our play with them the last month or two (other than Immersion when we played a lot with them). Maybe tomorrow – J is spending the weekend at his brother’s house and John and Donna are coming over for “game day.” As in, football — and yes, sex!

SPANKED LAST NIGHT
I got quite a spanking last night. My butt is very sore and bruised and my boobs still are bit polka-dotty (is that word? It is now!). Actually, much of it looks a bit more like a rash than polka-dots, but “polka-dotty” sounds so much for fun than “rashy.” Anyway…. so, what happened?

DISRESPECTFULI was dealing with an issue with J and talking to him about it. Mike chimed in and I took exception to what Mike said. In hindsight what he said was very supportive of the point I was trying to make to J, but it was just a slightly different angle and a little bit different than the point I was trying to reinforce with J. I reacted as if Mike was undermining me, not supporting me. I snapped back at Mike, in front of J.

Now in the history of spouses “snapping” at each other, my little snap probably ranked as a two on a scale of 1-10. Regardless, disobedience is an absolute. I am either obedient, or not, and I was not. My tone and words were disrespectful.

This occurred just as J was going to bed. Mike sent me to my room in as subtle way as possible. “Jen, I know you are frustrated, why don’t you go to our room and relax and I will make sure J gets to bed.” I knew that “relax” was code for, “prepare for discipline.” I went to the bedroom and stood in the corner awaiting his arrival.

SOAPING
To my surprise, Mike came in after just a few minutes. He walked me to the tub and had me stand in it. I knew what that meant. He lathered up a bar of soap and told me to stick out my tongue. He rubbed the soap on my tongue and then around my lips before putting it in my mouth and telling me to bite down. “I need to see teeth marks when I take it out.” I was told to stand there, with my hands clasped behind my head, until he returned.

It seemed like forever before he returned. It was about thirty minutes which, in “soaping time” is just short of forever. He asked me if I had ever put my arms down during that time. I nodded as the soap was still in my mouth. A few times I had lowered my arms just to stretch them and relax them and I returned them to position as quickly as possible. He told me I just earned some extra spankings.

He had a glass which he filled with water. He took the bar out of my mouth — it had clearly visible teeth marks — and let me rinse with the water in the glass. He then told me to kneel and as is our typical soap discipline, he peed in my mouth and I rinsed with his piss. With a soaping it is mostly just rinse and spit, but I often am required to swallow at some point.

I still have this strange relationship with this whole pee thing. I don’t like talking about it — I am sort of forcing myself to do so now. Yeah I post about it here and there, but I often skip sharing most of my pee related punishments. The idea of it is so repulsive to me. But the reality of it just isn’t nearly as repulsive as the thought of it. For me it is the most submissive thing that I do. Emotionally I like the idea that I allow Mike to piss in my mouth and yes, that I often drink it. There, I said it. I like it. You are probably puking about now. Anyway, it feels good to just own it! Let’s move on.

A PADDLING, OR TWO, OR THREE
Mike then turned on the shower and used the wand to rinse off the drool, suds and pee that was on me. He told me to get out and dry off as he went to our closet to choose a spanking implement. He emerged with two different wooden paddles – a long thin one and one very wide one. Before he paddled me, he told me to just get it all out and let’s talk about what my issue was.

We calmly discussed it. It was unreal just how calm the discussion was. I wasn’t upset – at him or at myself. I already realized that he was trying to be helpful and that I over reacted. And I also had reconciled that my over reaction wasn’t some monumental failing on my part. Just something that happened “in the moment” as a reflex on my part to responding to what I perceived as a threat to my “mommy authority.” What he said to J clearly was no threat and if anything, was supportive of what I was saying. All of this to say that my mindset was simply, “Yep, I screwed up, and I hope this discipline can influence that ‘reflex’ so that I don’t repeat my behavior.

I even had thought about the fact that my snapping at him, while unacceptable, was very mild and illustrated how far I have come. There was a time my retort would have been anything but mild. I was feeling a sense of accomplishment with my DD, and fully accepted that I had earned this punishment. Thus, I was able to discuss what happened very calmly. It helped that Mike was also calm, which 99.9% of the time he is. As a quick aside – he strives to make sure he disciplines me in a calm manner. Now calm doesn’t mean he isn’t stern — he can be very stern – but he always exudes a sense of control and calm.

We talked a bit and I apologized for my behavior. He then had me grab my ankles and he went about spanking me, pausing from time to time to lecture me. The spankings were very hard and I had no sense of just how many I got. Maybe fifty, maybe more?

He then took me the bed and had me lay on my back. He raised my legs and had me grab a hold so that I was in a diaper position. He spanked me some more. This position is particularly painful as the butt is pulled tight and he can (and does) strike at the top part of my legs just below the butt cheeks. Again, I don’t know how many I got. But it was plenty.

TACK BRA
When he was done, he had me put on my tack bra plus another bra over it. I have an older bra that is too tight to wear, and instead of getting rid of it, Mike had this idea that it was perfect for tack bra punishments. I put it on over the tack bra, so it is even more tight. It presses the tacks more into my skin and just adds to the overall discomfort. I then was told to stand in the corner and he left the room.

He returned, maybe fifteen minutes or so later. He told me to get ready for bed and that I was to leave the bra on and I could shower in the morning. “And when you are ready, you will go to the other room and get to bed as you will be sleeping by yourself tonight.” Ug. Now that hurt more than the throbbing butt or the tacks scratching and poking into my breasts. Mike rarely imposes this is a punishment and I think I dislike this one more than anything. While I am just in the next room, it feels so isolating – as if I have been banished and not worthy to be in anyone’s presence. It really hurts emotionally.

I got ready for bed and went to the spare room and laid down, ready to go to sleep as best I could with the tack bra still on. I had never head to sleep with it on before, and in addition to the tacks, the straps were uncomfortable as they were tight around my shoulders. Fortunately, Mike came into the room just as I was finally dozing off.

He was naked as is normal. He told me to sit up. He was standing over me and as I sat up on the bed he reached around and removed both bras. We both looked down at my breasts which were covered in tiny polka dots of redness and pock marks. I don’t think it was his plan, but he reached out and fondled me gently, as to sooth them. As he fondled, his thumbs rolled over my nipples several times. As if instinct, I reached out and grabbed his cock and it quickly became hard in my hands. This is not how my discipline typically goes. We keep sex and discipline separate, but, it was just one of those things that neither of us planned, and neither of us wanted to stop.

So we had sex.

When we were done, he kissed me goodnight, had me recite my Evening Mantra, and said he would see me in the morning. He turned out the light and closed the door behind him. I no longer felt any isolation. I felt warm inside…maybe because I literally was, hee- hee. That feeling of, “Yeah, it’s not my preference to sleep alone tonight, but it is the consequences of my action and of my submission, and I cherish my DD soooo much.”

This morning he was up before I was, which is rare. He came into the bedroom and woke me. We hugged, and “all was forgiven.”

REFLECTIONOnce again, I contrast this outcome with the pre-DD outcome. Pre-DD my snapping would have scored a 9 or 10 snap-scale, and it would have most certainly triggered a bigger argument about semi-related and totally unrelated things. It would not have resolved itself. The anger would linger for days, even weeks, before finally suppressing itself waiting for the moment to rear its ugly head in the future.

Instead. All is truly forgiven. Peace, reconciliation, and growth. Personal growth and growth in our relationship and love for one another.

Mike and I had our biggest disagreement since adopting Domestic Discipline over two years ago. Granted, I wrote before about an argument (Post 44. Argument Part I and Post 45. Argument Part II). But that was nothing compared to this. On the one I posted about in 44 and 45, I was clearly in the wrong. This one didn’t have a right or wrong. Just two points of view that were equal on their merits, but only one could prevail.

The issues are unimportant but I will say it had to do with our kids, namely our youngest J, and a disagreement over handling a particular situation. I am not going to share the details because it really doesn’t matter. It isn’t about someone being wrong or right, or who said or did what to whom. Suffice to say we didn’t see eye to eye on something of which we both have strong feelings and perspectives – and those feelings and perspectives were not compatible. Thus, an argument.

There is nothing about our DD lifestyle that says I must agree with Mike or that says I don’t have a voice. I routinely voice my thoughts and opinions but allow Mike to be the final arbiter. I have never felt discounted or felt that my views were devalued, even though clearly I don’t always “get my way.” That is no different from life before DD.

The difference is that before DD, discontent would typically fester, pop, then linger. With DD there is no opportunity for an issue to fester as we communicate openly, honestly, and timely. Instead of “popping” in a heated argument, there is a “respectful disputation” that has a clear ending. Yes, that ending is typically with Mike deciding on things, but I agreed to that, and frankly, I like that. At least in concept, because there are times where it is very difficult. Basically, the more important and passionate I am about the issue, the harder it is to accept Mike’s “verdict” if it is not to my liking.

Thus far there have been few issues that have come up and almost all are been very minor. Mike has been very good at considering my needs. While I don’t look at in terms of “wins” or “losses,” it makes it easy to convey if I sum it up as simply, “win some, lose some.” Again, no different from pre-DD, except again, the process is much more respectful, quick, loving, and finite— no lingering resentments. And of course, one other major difference is that ultimately, Mike rules!

I could not accept Mike’s decision on this particular issue. We actually talked about it on several occasions over a few days before he came to a decision. He was done talking about it but I was not. I did not agree with his decision. At first he graciously and respectfully said, “Okay, I see that this upsets you, so let’s talk so more.” Sort of like, “I know I made my decision, but I am open to reconsidering.” But after about the third time of doing this he grew impatient and drew the “Dom card.” Basically he decreed the discussion over and the decision final. I still could not accept it. I’ll get back to that in moment.

During the discussions (okay, fine, During the Argument!)
I earned a few punishments prior to him pulling the “Dom card.” In each case Mike was clear that the punishment was not because we were in disagreement, but because of my attitude or disrespect in my attempts to communicate my feelings. I accepted those spankings without hesitation. I agreed to be respectful at all times and I wasn’t, so it was no different from any other transgression. It also helped me stay calm when I talked to him, or, I would wait until I calmly collected my thoughts before bringing it up again. So again, I thank our DD for helping in this way.

As the issues and discussions spanned the course of several days, the mood in the house was a bit odd and awkward. Not only was this our first big “fight” since adopting DD, we also have Kayla in our household. Let’s just say that during those days I was not feeling particularly close to Mike, nor he to me, and Kayla was sort of stuck in the middle. I didn’t particularly feel sexy nor sexually aroused towards Mike nor did he feel that way towards me. In those days I did have sex with Kayla, and Kayla with Mike, but Mike and I did not have sex. I know Kayla was a bit uncomfortable by it all, but she was wise to stay out the fray and Mike and I retained enough of our senses to not try to drag her in. She did not give her opinion, nor was she asked.

AFTER THE DOM CARD
When Mike pulled his “Dom card” and issued is final “decree,” he knew I was still unhappy about it. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t “fake” it and was clearly not my normal self. At one point Mike finally said, “Are you happy being a submissive?” Of course I answered yes (make that, “Yes, Sir!”

“Do you want to remain submissive or stop?” “Yes sir, I want to remain like this. I do not want to stop.”

He went on to ask me why I didn’t want to stop, and my replies were full of all the things I’ve written about here regarding what I get from DD. I know the point he was trying to make is that if I get all these wonderful things from DD, I need to accept that he has final say and that is that. He heard me out, he even softened his position a bit, and he made his final decision. If I couldn’t accept it, he was basically saying I can not accept DD and our D/s relationship. This was similiar to the approach he took the first time we had an argument after adopting DD. (Post 45 Argument – Part 2).

I still wasn’t ready to give in. I wanted it both ways. I want to be submissive, I want to serve Mike, and I want my way on this one. Mike then turned my disagreement with him into a punishable offense. He said he was done discussing it, had already made certain concessions and it was clear we would never fully see eye to eye on the appropriate solution, so either I accept he has final say or I don’t, and we are done with DD. Since I made it clear I did not want to end our DD, nor want to accept his decision as final, I was punished.

THE PUNISHMENT
The punishment was not an immediate event. It was several days of basically a Master/slave immersion. More like a “mini” immersion because J was home with us, but while he was at school or asleep, it was very much Master/slave mode. Mike said that perhaps having to go a few days of deeply submitting beyond our normal routine would help “get back into my submissive mindset.”

It may be strange to say this, but I loved this. I still hated the decision, and I didn’t particular enjoy parts of the “deep submission,” but I enjoyed the idea of it. I have written before that I love it anytime Mike ad-libs things in showing his Dominance. This situation was not explicitly addressed in our Contract so he had to use his discretion in determining how to respond to my actions. He did so in an admirably Dominant way and I happy that he did so.

Since I haven’t shared a spanking story in a while, I’ll share one particular punishment I got during this mini-immersion period. The immersion was filled with spankings, some severe, nip and clit clips, tack bra, ball gag, mouth soaping (and the dreaded rinse), writing lines, and the like. It also had its share of sexual submission as well. At any time Mike would stop me and have me perform a sexual act on him or on Kayla. There were standing orders that anytime he motioned a certain way I was to drop on all fours in front of him, take out his cock and perform oral sex, while Kayla fetched a paddle. She would then paddle me while I went to town on Mike and continued spanking me until Mike finished.

When Mike announced the mini-immersion was over, the entire issue was truly over. I accepted his decision on the issue that started all of this. I was definitely back in my submissive mindset. In reflecting on it I also could say that while I still wish he would have decided otherwise, I can fully accept his decision. While it isn’t what I would have decided, it was still reasonable, loving, and effective – just like the mini-immersion. Score one for the Dom, and score another for DD.

I hope you enjoyed the prior post. It was fun to write but it is still not in my nature to share such stories. I don’t dislike writing about details of sexual adventures, it is only that I don’t have this compelling urge to share such details. It was still fun!

I have finally come down a bit from my “submissive high.” I am still getting a lot done every day and am enjoying every moment, but the fever pace I initially went at it has subsided. Partly because there is less to do – you can only scrub some things so many times. Our house is immaculate, I feel great, Mike feels like a god (or at least he better, j/k), and our son is doing well. No complaints. Well, okay, maybe one.

I got a punishment that I really didn’t like. Not because the actual punishment itself, although it was not particularly enjoyable, but the reasons for getting it. I don’t think I ever disagreed with Mike’s reasoning for spanking me as strongly as I disagreed with this one.

Agreement versus Acceptance
Just a quick submissive check — While I don’t agree with Mike I am not feeling any resentment. I accept Mike’s verdict and accept all the consequences that come with it. That still doesn’t mean I agree with it. Not sure what the Submissive Rules Committee would think about that, but for me, I believe I can be submissive and not agree with something as long as I still accept it. Acceptance is not agreement.

Agreement would mean I have to adopt the same perspective as Mike. I believe I can be fully submissive and still disagree. My perspective will never be the same as Mike’s. It is obviously a hell of a lot more aligned with his than it was in my pre-DD and pre-submissive days, but it won’t ever be the same.

Acceptance doesn’t mean I have to feel all warm and fuzzy. It means I accept his perspective is valid, even if not aligned with mine. I accept that his perspective can be different than mine without invalidating my perspective. I also accept I do not need to prove his perspective is invalid, nor he mine. Acceptance is not Agreement, nor more than oneness is not sameness. There I go again with that U2 lyric. . . “we are one, but not the same….” I think I’ve quoted that three or four times now on different posts. I digress.

Disagreement
I don’t mean that I would display disagreement such as verbally or behaviorally. I would never do that. I just mean inside my head, in my own thoughts, I can definitely disagree in the moment, while at the same time accepting the situation in a submissive state. Our Maintenance Session will give me an opportunity to seek understanding and seek to be understood. As that is two days away, that gives me time to vent a little here and get my thoughts together for what I want to say.

What happened is rather trivial, which is one of the reasons it irks me. The specifics don’t matter, but suffice to say Mike was explaining something to me. It was very unclear to me what he was saying and instead of asking for clarification, I stated a particular conclusion that seemed logical to me based on what I understood. Mike basically said no, that conclusion was incorrect and again explained the situation to me. He was nice and it was a normal conversation at this point. Basically the same thing happened and I restated the same conclusion that apparently didn’t jive with what he was explaining. Now things escalated a bit. This went another round with the same outcome. Escalate some more.

Now this is definitely one of those stupid petty arguments about nothing. I use the word argument even though we didn’t get loud. But it was clear we were both getting irritated. Mike was explaining the same thing over and over, from the beginning, and I kept coming back with the same “incorrect” conclusion. He finally just said, “That’s it, drop your pants.”

This occurred during the day and our son was over at a friend’s. We were in an area of the house where we have this arched entry way that transitions from the kitchen to a short hallway that leads to our front living room and entry way. There are several windows in the living room and around the front door and the blinds were open.

Mike told me to get completely naked, so I did. Until then all “immediate spankings” required me to drop my pants, get a fast paced spanking, and then pull them up. “Shock and awe” as we call it. But Mike was frustrated, and I guess it felt better for him to have me get naked. He told me to put my arms out and lean against each side of the arch way, so one hand was on the left side of the arch way and one hand was on the right and I was leaning just slightly forward. I felt very exposed even though I know it is difficult, but not impossible, for people to see in and I could clearly see out.

Mike pulled his belt out and gave me 30 and had me count them all out. He asked me why I received the “Reward”, which is per our “reward ceremony.” I wasn’t exactly sure how to best phrase it. I felt like saying, “Because you are irritated with me.” I thought better and went with, “Because I have frustrated you sir, by not understanding what you have repeated to me over and over and I clearly began irritating you with my tone.”

“Yes,” he said, “and we are going to do this over as well.” He gave me another 30. I was crying a bit at the end, something I don’t often do. It was due to the emotions I was feeling, not any pain I was feeling. I really felt the spanking was out of line, but I did not object.

He then said, “And since I am in a repeating mode, let me repeat that again.” He gave me 20.

Seek to understand before being understood
He then said, “Let’s try again.” He again explained what it was he was trying to explain to me. This time, I sought to understand him, versus seeking to be understood. I simply asked him, “if x and y occurred, I am not understanding why it is that z isn’t possible.” “Aha!” he said. “You weren’t understanding me. I never said x and y occurred, I said if either x OR y occurred, then….”

Doh! Basically, although each time he was prefacing his statement with “x OR y”, I kept hearing it as “x AND y”. Thus, I kept coming to the wrong conclusion. The actual issue was a bit more complex than that, but this was the easiest way for me to explain it. It all hinged on me not hearing one key word he was saying. Even though he was saying it, I was processing it in my head as something else. Basically, it was all just a trivial thing that was stupid to escalate into what it did.

We followed our Aftercare process and all was forgiven. I got dressed and the afternoon continued.

So my disagreement is that it appears to me that Mike used a punishment in anger or frustration. Not only in the fact he spanked me, but in the manner he did it. One of our tenants is not to give a punishment in anger. I’ve mentioned before that Mike is a sweet guy and mild mannered. Not to say he has never been mad at me before, but this seemed outside what we both have agreed to in our D/s dynamic. It is clearly outside our DD contract.

I can’t simply dismiss it as doing so can lay the ground work for it to be repeated. Plus, as long as it bothers me I am compelled to share it. That is part of our agreement – in fact, it is one of the best parts of our agreement. Share what is on your mind – respectfully! We obviously need to talk about it. I’ve surrendered a lot to him. I am so happy with how Mike has taken to his dominant role, but as the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. He must wield it appropriately.

I look upon this incident like any other “bump” in the road. I don’t dwell on the bump and instead look upon it as an opportunity to increase our shared understanding around what we expect and need from each other in our relationship. I am sure we’ll have a meaningful and positive Maintenance Session on Sunday.

I am excited about tomorrow night and know that on Sunday I can seek to understand and be understood and put this stupid incident behind us! I’ll let you know what happens both about tomorrow night with John and Donna and about discussing this punishment with Mike.

This is one of those self-reflecting posts; however, for those that like to hear stories of submission, there is something in it for you as well. Lastly, if you are a fan of a Few Good Men, the next time you watch it I hope you remember reading this post and it puts an extra smile on your face.

Reflecting on the ArgumentWow, three straight days of posting. That’s unusual but is due to a combination of less hectic demands of the day and better organization on my part.

While all is forgiven regarding the Argument, I still need to understand what led to it so as not to repeat it. I am not dwelling on it from the perspective a negative emotion like guilt or shame. I am reflecting on it to seek a greater understanding for the triggers that led to my behavior.

Thank you jadescastle!
I have to thank jadescastle for her comments that rang very true to me. She thought perhaps it was a combination of vulnerability and anger that compromised my coping skills. I believe that was a big part of it. The lack of control over my son’s injury along with the challenges in dealing with his compounded needs certainly had me in a vulnerable state. No system, DD or otherwise, is a guarantee that you won’t be emotionally vulnerable from time to time. I just didn’t recognize it because until then, a situation like this hadn’t occurred since we began our DD. I believe now I will be more sensitive to recognizing the early signs and avoid a recurrence of what happened.

I also believe part of it was that I was sensing the distance that I was getting from our DD and it made me anxious. I enjoy our DD. I want our DD. I need our DD. (Said in my head with the intensity of Colonel Jessup). In fact, that inspired me to modify his monologue. It would be my message to anyone who finds anything to do with DD abhorrent and who feels entitled for me to explain myself:

You can’t handle the truth! Women live in a world that has challenges, and we can get help with those challenges from our men. Who else is gonna’ do it? You? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for my DD and you curse our methods. You have that luxury of not knowing what I know. Our DD, while at times uncomfortable, improves our lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, improves our lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties you want some DD, you need some DD. We use words like Duties, Obligations, and Rewards. We use these words as the backbone of our lifestyle. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to someone who has no idea as to the fulfillment, nurturing and love I receive and provide, and then question the manner in which I receive and provide it. I would rather you just said “good for you,” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a paddle and stand ready to receive it. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

Okay, I digress. Back to the issue at hand. Although I sensed the distance, I told myself I could handle it and it was temporary and I would “close the gap” soon enough on my own. Thus I resisted when Mike forced the issue.

One major “doh!” moment was courtesy of another comment from jadescastle, pointing out I could clean/cook while on the phone. I feel like I am not as good of a listener when I multi-task, but, given my top commitments are to my family, it would have been an easy and preferred trade-off versus ignoring my duties.

Lastly, jadescastle mentioned something about “not prioritizing over his needs.” That statement really hit home as it reminded me that serving him is what gives me tremendous pleasure, more pleasure than helping my niece, more pleasure than anything else.

“Serving him” was not what I originally intended with our DD, but I get tremendous joy in doing so and I momentarily forgot that. I’ve learned I really love submission. In fact, I have come to think of what we do not as Domestic Discipline, but as Service and Submission. If SS was an understood and accepted term, that is what I would call our DD going forward.

As such, I asked Mike for something. I asked him for a Reward that could be considered an overall “attitude adjustment.” Things that would remind me and demonstrate my love for serving him and my willingness to submit to him.

Mike came up with some things which we implemented yesterday. We will review them at our next Maintenance Session to discuss what, if anything, will continue. I call these my Service and Submission Reminders as the purpose of this exercise is to get me refocused on my desire to serve and submit.

Mike came up with two of what he calls “Behavioral” Reminders:

Mike leads: He will lead me when we are out in public. I will walk a step behind him and he will hold my wrist, not my hand. I don’t think people pay that much attention, but if they do, the visual is clear – he is leading me.

I do not speak: In any interaction with others, I will not speak until given permission, which may be verbal or a head nod from Mike. We did this during our M/s immersion. It is awkward and uncomfortable, but I think of it as a game. I like to see the reaction it gets when someone asks me something and I look to Mike and he either answers it or nods his head to allow me to speak. And when I do speak, more often than not the answer is, “Whatever pleases him.”

He then came up with two of what he calls “Physical” Reminders:

Daily physical challenge: Mike had me make a Tack Bra. It took some trial and error, but I had a bra that turned out to be perfect for this. It had just enough padding and material so the tacks held snug yet still left enough of the tip out to provide the right amount of poke. There are 35 tacks in each cup. While absolutely uncomfortable, it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. It definitely serves as a constant reminder of my service. Certain movements will give me a scrape or poke. I had to explain my occasional teeth gritting or mild groan to my son. I had to tell him my back was hurting a little and if I twisted just right it would give me a sharp pain.
So, here is my daily routine for the near future:
– Each morning we start with the Calisthenics of Doom. 10 jumping jacks and 10 swats in push up position. And if you read the post out these “exercises” you’ll know that the 10 jumping jacks could come with 50+ swats depending on how well I do. Definitely gets your blood pumping first thing in the morning. Better than any caffeine!
– I put on my tack bra and do not take it off until he is ready to leave or start work (sometimes he works from home). At that time he will affix clamps to my nipples to the pressure of his liking and I am to leave them until the top of the current hour. At that time I remove the clamps and now have to insert and keep an anal plug in for one hour. I then remove it and wait an hour before starting over with the bra. The process repeats until Mike gets home from work. If he isn’t working from home he can face time me any time during the day to check on my adherence. The times work out something like this: 6:30am calisthenics of doom, bra on immediately following the calisthenics, so from about 6:50-7:30, maybe 7:45am. Clamps on until 8:00am, plug in from 8am-9am. 9-10am break. 10-11am bra, 11-12pm clamps, 12-1pm plug, 1-2pm break. 2-3pm bra, 3-4pm clamps, 4-5pm plug. 5pm bra ,and then Mike is typically home or done with work about 5:30. He said typically I will keep the tack bra on until after dinner and then can remove it until our son is asleep.
I must adhere to this even when I go out during the day, so I have to take my “supplies” with me. A lot more trips to bathrooms than usual so I can swap items out!

Bare Down There!: We got a sitter for Friday and are going over to John and Donna’s. Mike picked up a Brazilian Waxing kit. It is supposedly a very good one and he bought a wax warmer so we don’t accidentally burn anything precious! He and John are going to watch Donna give me a wax. I’ve never been fully bare. The thought of not having a trained professional doing the waxing concerns me a bit. Donna and I watched some videos this morning so hopefully we know what we are doing.

Also borrowing from our M/s experiment, Mike is enforcing a strict bedtime for me as I haven’t been sleeping as much as I should. This is something I actually love. Good rest is definitely a reward! I should be going to sleep earlier but it is something I would never do unless Mike tells me. Last night I went to bed about 8:30 with instructions to journal, masturbate to climax, then go to bed. I am to sleep naked and when Mike gets to bed he might wake me for sex, it is up to him. Last night I was asleep by 9:15. It was wonderful, and yes, he did wake me for sex.

Overall, the argument was a good thing. It made me appreciate what I have with Mike and have an even greater appreciation for sticking with our DD. Best yet, it made me full recognize and acknowledge to myself that service and submissionis what completes me.

I didn’t intend to leave you with a cliff hanger, but I ran out of time, plus the last post was kinda long anyway. Hopefully the suspense was fun.

What was on the bed?

On the bed was the Prison Strap, and our Contract. Laying on top of the contract was a pair of scissors.

The message was clear. Mike was giving me a choice. Either forget our DD, or not.

I got to give Mike credit. He has always remained so calm and cool throughout our DD journey. He has been unwavering in using our DD in the way I designed it and for honoring the intentions I had for DD. He has always been sure to make DD about me and my commitments to myself, and nothing else. His gesture with these two objects was a reminder that I had choice – either my Duties or Obligations that I created and I committed to are important and valuable, or, they are not. In fact, this was eerily similar to the exact same reminder I had justgiven him a week or so ago when he suggested we defer our Maintenance Sessions and I asked them to continue because I didn’t want us drifting off course with our DD.

So, what was my choice? Strap or the scissors?

The scissors of course. Hell if I am going to endure that Prison Strap.

Domestic Discipline Out. End of Domestic Discipline, Jenny Style!

– Goodbye! –

Just kidding! I went with the strap.

I cried because it was the perfect gesture at the perfect time. I needed something to cut through the noise of life and get me refocused on what is most important to me. It also reminded me that our DD is about me and what I want. Mike is willing to take it or leave it. He participates because he knows it is important to me, and by being important to me, it is important to him. It reminded me that in some ways he is also a submissive. He is submitting to my desire to be submissive. I can’t believe I just yelled at him and told him I can’t believe what he is doing to me. Everything he has done under DD is what I’ve asked for. What I said to him was horrible.

I undressed, picked up the strap, and walked to his office, despite the proximity to my son’s room.

I walked in and he didn’t say anything. I took a submissive pose and knelt before him and raised up my arms to present the strap to him. He did not immediately grab it. I was still crying a little as I was emotional about the mere thought of cutting up the Contract and I felt terrible about my behavior.

Mike said, “Jen, why are you due this Reward?”

It wasn’t lost on me that he said “Reward.” We had got into the habit of just calling these “punishments,” although in our Contract we called punishments “rewards.” It was another indicator that we were recommitting to honoring our Contract.

We went through our Reward Ceremony as usual where I state my transgressions and apologize for not living up to the standards I set for myself. Mike then took the strap and placed his outstretched fingers on my chin and raised my head up so I was looking him in the eyes. He kept his lecture short,

“Jen, your Rewards always represent failing to meet your own standards. They are never given in anger, or with malice. They are given because you want them and because you want them, I want them for you.”

He sat in his chair and motioned me over his knee. He gave me the 10 warm ups by hand.

“Now” he said, “bend over and prop your elbows on my desk.”

I felt the fire on the first swat and gave out a little yell. More in surprise than in pain. This strap is very long and wraps around the ass so that it not only fully covers both cheeks, it catches a bit of the side.

The second came with more force than the first. I let out a groan, clenched me teeth, and gave out a long “ERRRRR.” Mike paused a bit and let me regain my composure and position.

Third one. Whack! Had this been any other punishment I would have used my safe word and asked him pause, but I was of a mindset that I needed to take this full Reward. I started crying. I don’t cry a lot from Rewards, and when I do, it is more about the emotional release – letting go the frustrations, the stress, the negative behavior – than it is about pain. While this spanking hurt, the reasons for this cry were no different.

Fourth one. Whack. I don’t know if it was on purpose or Mike just missed a bit, but the end of the strap hit just one cheek, giving it an extra powerful sting. I cried louder and frankly, this time it was more about the pain. I called “Pause,” our safe word meaning to give me break. It doesn’t mean stop. Mike then said there would just be one more and to just let him know when I was ready. I caught my breath and eventually told him I was ready.

The fifth one came and my ass was on fire and I had to quickly start rubbing it.

We followed our normal after care process and ended with our routine where Mike says, “All is forgiven” and I say back, “All is forgiven.”

I planned on this post being about the fun of unveiling the new toys. While the unveiling has begun, I will save most of those stories for another post. This post is about a disagreement Mike and I had a few days ago.

There is one new toy I want to mention before getting into details about the disagreement as it ties into this story. The Prison Strap is a menacing looking and ominously named strap. I ordered it because it looked so cool and I thought perhaps it would just be a novelty to own and that we wouldn’t use it in my punishments. As part of the reveal, we of course tried it out. It packed a wallop and had to have Mike stop even just after a few playful swats. Suffice to say, while I couldn’t prohibit Mike from using it in a future punishment, I did tell him that he would need to be careful as it was very powerful.

So, here’s what happened regarding our argument.

My niece Emma has been going through a lot lately and she has often turned to me for advice. As her issues impact her mother (my sister), invariably I end up talking a lot with my sister whenever Emma reaches out to me. The result is I’ve been spending a lot of time with numerous lengthy phone calls to both of them. (Thus a potential issue per our Contract – Section 4.2.3).

Add in the demands on daily life, which, as I shared, have been further compounded by my son’s injury. When he was first injured I was quite proud of doing well in keeping my commitments. Plus Mike stepped up and did a lot more to help me out around the house. Lastly, we backed off a little on our DD rules. Even so, I still credit our DD lifestyle with keeping me focused and energized, the lines of communications clear and open between Mike and me, and with keeping Mike engaged in the needs of the family as a whole. We were handling this “crisis” well.

Then, my niece’s issue arose. Several household chores went by the wayside, plus, over about a two day period I was being messier than usual and not picking up right away (leaving dirty dishes around, cups around, trash like napkins and paper towels out, leaving towels on the floor, stuff like that). Mike had already picked up a lot of the slack due to our son’s injury, but now was doing so because I was spending several hours on the phone every day.

After the first day of spending a lot of time on the phone, Mike simply mentioned that I need to be careful as I seemed to be drifting off course. I could talk with anyone, but it is not to interfere with my duties and it was interfering. I dismissed it and told him I had control of it and it was just a one-time thing. I could have been punished but I think given the recent additional stresses, Mike gave me a pass. When it happened a second day, Mike said WE needed to return to giving all the rules our fair attention. Our son had healed enough that we are pretty much back in our normal routine, and clearly things have drifted away from our DD structure. Again, a punishment was in order, but Mike asked that I agree that from now on we were back to full DD-mode. Instead of agreeing, I got mad.

I interpreted what he said as being about him having to do extra chores, so I snapped and rudely said, “Our rules do not say I do all the chores and Emma needs my help and I am going to give it.”

He calmly said,

“Yes, you do not have to do all the chores. The agreement is that you would not talk on the phone when there were chores to do. And it has always been our mutual expectations that we clean the kitchen, typically together, right after dinner. And, the rules also say that you are not to be messy and you’ve been very messy lately, adding to the workload. And I could probably name many other transgressions over the last week or so. I gave you pass and just picked up after you, but now perhaps that was a mistake. The situation with Emma has just compounded the distance between what you actually do and what you’ve committed to do. Lastly, you specifically agreed not to overextend your time and emotions to family members and you agreed to that specifically because you know you tend to get enveloped in other people’s problems.”

“Oh yeah,” he added, “and you agreed to respect me in tone and manner and you did not do that with your remark. So just how far from the Agreement do you want to get?”

Wow. While I wasn’t in any mood to show appreciation for his knowledge of the contract, I really had no valid retort. In hindsight I know he was making it about my commitments to myself, and not about his extra work, but at the moment I was too mad to see it. Luckily, I wasn’t mad enough to say anything more than, “Yes, Sir.”

Mike responded, “So drop you pants and bend over.” I complied. He gave me a few warm up swats with his hand and then whipped off his belt and gave me about 20. As part of our Ceremony I have to say what my transgressions were. Part of what I said was that it included me being messy and not cleaning up. Mike corrected me. He said given all that had been going on with our son he was, up until that point, still willing to let the cleaning issue go with just the verbal reminder. What he was asking for was a re-commitment to our agreement going forward and that the spanking was only for rudely snapping at him.

He lectured me more than usual. He reminded me that our contract represented my own commitments to myself and about how important I’ve been saying those commitments were. He even reminded me that he had wanted to suspend our Maintenance Sessions given what was going on with our son and I did not agree because I felt it was extremely important not to start any deviations from our Agreement. Yet, I was the one who deviated in other ways. He said that after tonight he would be fully back on upholding his part of the Agreement and enforcing the commitments I have made to myself.

NEXT DAY
The next day was uneventful. I kept all my commitments, Mike and I cleaned the kitchen together after dinner and he was looking forward to me revealing another toy. We had planned to get right to our fun as soon as our son was asleep but Emma called just as our son went to bed. I told Mike I would make it quick and would meet him in the bedroom in a minute.

I went to the living room to talk on the phone. 45 minutes later Mike walked into the room and gave a disapproving scowl, tapped his wrist as if tapping a watch, and mouthed “off the phone.” I told him it would be just a few more minutes and I’d be done – basically just telling him “no.” It was really bad timing as far as the discussion with Emma was going and I wasn’t about to just cut her off and hang up. Whatever my reasoning, I was clearly violating my Duties and Obligations.

Mike walked out of the room and returned about a minute later and handed me a note as I was still on the phone. It said, “Two things on the bed waiting for you. Choose one. I’ll be waiting in my office.”

I wrapped up the call fairly quickly. I couldn’t get my mind off what punishment was in store for me. I remember having this imaginary dialogue in my head where I was telling Mike how unfair this was and I couldn’t believe HE was doing this to me. The more I repeated this imaginary dialogue, the angrier I became.

I imagined there would be two spanking implements from which I would have to choose. In addition, he wants me to meet him in his office? It is too close to our son’s bedroom and he knows that, so he is obviously doing this for spite. As I went to our bedroom I took a detour to Mike’s office. I stuck my head in and said, “I don’t know what all you have in mind, but this so unfair. I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

These are words I have never spoken since we began our DD relationship. I had never blamed him for a punishment or made it about anything he was doing to me. Only now as I write this do I realize something. Not only was my thinking unlike anything I thought since our DD journey, it was in fact unlike my normal thinking ever. I was trying to make him regret his upcoming actions. I was trying to make him feel shameful. Shame is a terrible thing to try and unleash on anyone, especially someone you love. I really let my anger get to me. I’ll have to reflect more on why that was, but, whatever the reason, I was angry. My verbal volley to him made me feel even more emboldened which served to further fuel my anger. I couldn’t wait to “defend” my actions and show him how wrong he is.